w/c: 4,438
content warning: Fem Y/N, porn with plot, unprotected sex.
notes: This is actually a gift for a friend who described Zayne in details to me lmao.
Minors DNI.
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20:30, you were sitting by the window in an upscale restaurant downtown. Your eyes were glued outside the glass to put up the appearance of admiring the bustling, snowy landscape outside, but truthfully, it was only to ignore the pitiful look the waiting staff were shooting your way every time they walked by, unsubtly hinting at the length of time you’d been sitting there alone without ordering. You ordered a glass of white wine just to shoo them off for at least a little longer, while you held on to the very diminishing hope that your date for the night would be showing up soon, sputtering apologies and a bouquet in hand.
No such thing happened, proven an hour later when you were still sitting rigidly right there, unmoving, but there were now two empty wine glasses on the tastefully decorated tablecloth. You had been trying to swallow down your simpering anger with the alcohol. A waitress came up to the table with a sympathetic look that bordered on pity, and you paid without uttering a word, snatching your bag up and walking out of the restaurant with clenched hands.
The sight of a familiar Audi pulling up to the restaurant was not unnoticed by you when you passed the establishment’s doors. Despite the freezing weather (you’d intentionally dress lightly so Zayne would fret, but he didn’t show up, so how nice that plan was), you strode right off down the street. You got away for about 50 meters before the sound of footsteps caught up and a firm hand latched around your ice-cold wrist, “Y/N, wait”.
You ripped your hand away from Zayne’s touch and continued strutting off. It would’ve been nicer if he hadn’t shown at all - you would have had a grand time giving him the cold shoulder from a distance where he couldn’t grab your hand and make you two resolve this.
“Don’t walk away from me. Please”, the hand came again, and this time it was a lot firmer, enough to pull you to a stop and spin you around, forcing you to come face to face with the last person you’d like to see right now. Before you could open your mouth for a scathing remark, Zayne was already talking again. “How can you dress like this in this weather?”, he was scolding, when you believed the only thing that should come from his mouth was an apology. His brows were drawn into a furrow and with a low, unamused exhale that spoke volumes, Zayne shed his coat to drape it over your shoulder instead, immediately pulling it shut and doing up the buttons once it was wrapped around you. You didn’t even get a chance to shove his goodwill away. Instantly, the scent of his expensive cologne wafted over you from the thick coat. You blamed the warmth spreading over your body on having been freezing two minutes earlier.
Your lips were a thin line, and your eyes purposefully glared off elsewhere, not giving Zayne the grace of a single word. He noticed and dropped his hands, heaving a sigh.
“There was an emergency operation. I meant to text, but there was no time... The patient-”, Zayne began to explain. Now you feel both miserable over the ruined date and guilty for being miserable at all. He said it was an accident, so the blame could not be on him. He couldn’t have anticipated this outcome. The right thing to do would be to empathize with him and swallow your disappointment, since it was an unwanted accident.
“I see”, you nodded, attempting to put up the look of someone unbothered by the night gone wrong, but your eyes didn’t meet him yet. Across from you, Zayne looked just as bothered, clearly troubled that he had caused you to be so distraught that you’d storm out into the snowy weather in nothing but a flimsy dress and a light coat, and now, even despite your words, your eyes still refused his own.
Speaking of that dress you were wearing… Zayne glanced down at the patch of thigh visible under the edge of his coat, and… didn’t he see it had a slight slit over the chest earlier? No, now was no time for those thoughts. Even if you looked very beautiful, and all he wanted to do was kiss that forlorn look off your face…
“I guess that’s fine, then”, you cringed at your attempt to sound normal, only for that bitter pettiness to rise up and accidentally seep into your tone. This was going all wrong. It didn’t feel like you had the right to be upset when it was an accident. A noise between a sigh and a scoff left Zayne’s lips in a white puff of breath, and his eyes darted upwards when he noticed the weather. The snowing was getting worse, but it was the middle of winter, after all.
Wordlessly, he reached over and slipped his hand into your own. You’re freezing, he thought. When you didn’t pull away, he tugged you along gently, leading you back to his car, out of the billowing snow. You let him usher you inside, slumping into the back seat in a heap of fabric and emotions.
“Tell me what you’re thinking”, Zayne asked, his hand squeezing yours. It made you feel slightly worse that he was acting so kindly and you felt like you were acting like a pissbaby. “It’s been a long night”, you replied, a technical truth, “Just… I didn’t know where you were, or if you forgot, and the staff wasn’t very welcoming”. You had to add the last part, to take out some of this discomfort simmering in your guts without making it seem like you were upset with him.
“I’m sorry”, he apologized sweetly.
“You couldn’t have known”.
“I could’ve done something, find a way…”.
By then, you simply went quiet, because this back and forth on top of the night gone wrong was enough to jam a headache into your skull. You had half a mind to escape from his car and run away to find a taxi - you might die if kept confronted with Zayne for another fifteen minutes without the space to sort things out on your own first.
Beside you, Zayne sat stiffly. His eyes seemed calm, but he was rigid, grasping at straws to figure out how to approach this. He knew in times like these, you should probably get the space to sort through the mess first, but his guts’ had been jumbled the whole time he was in the OR and on the car ride here. He might just die if you ran away from him now.
“It’s fine that you’re upset with me”, he spoke after a long pause and turned to face you, his eyes determined. You stared back, knowing he’d see through you first. “You’ve been waiting in this gorgeous dress, looking so stunning just for no one to show. It’s not unthinkable to be upset”. You laughed, strained and tense, “You couldn’t have prevented it, Zayne, it’s not like it’s your fault”. “I’m the one who didn’t show, so…”, he immediately responded. He was growing slightly impatient too - this whole time, one would think you’d be able to show any emotions freely to him.
“Just…”, Zayne spun his body around from his side of the backseat and pushed himself into your space. His frame loomed over you, his eyes frustrated but never once resentful.
“Be angry with me”, he demanded.
“What?”
“Be angry with me. Shout. Yell. Tell me you’re pissed that I left you waiting, that you thought I was a horrible liar when you were waiting in there. Anything. Anything. Don’t just sit there and stay quiet and think you’re doing me a favor by keeping what you’re feeling from me.”
“...”, You stared back, incredulous and stunned by his tangent. That was a lot to think up a reply to.
Zayne took your silence as more stubbornness, and he exhaled in both slight annoyance and exasperation. He grasped your chin with his fingertips, gently but firmly fixing your face in place, forcing you to stay face at him. God, you looked downright tantalizing. You must’ve spent hours at the make-up table, dressing up for him, looking forward to this date, and it all went wrong. He had to make it up to you, stat.
That moment, while he was busy taking every detail of you in, your lips trembled, and his attention zeroed in on your mouth. Those plump lips, calling him in like a siren’s song… His Adam’s apple bobbed, and if he was calm, he’d restrain himself until you two had talked this through.
…But Zayne was tired after the long day, the surgery, and on top of it all, having you upset. He was frustrated that you weren’t talking, and he was growing more antsy the longer this tension dragged out. His wires were all out of order.
He gave into his impulsiveness and pressed his lips against your own.
To his surprise, you melted right into the kiss. He could feel your hand carding into his hair and holding him in place, granting no exit. You were tired too, after waiting so long thinking of him and pining after him in his absence. Now he was finally here, and really, the rest of the night shouldn’t be wasted fighting.
After a second longer, the kiss broke, but Zayne didn’t pull away, remaining close and looming over you still, his eyes lidded and hazy.
“I’m no psychology professional, but may I provide a better method to vent your frustrations?”
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“Maybe now you’ll be more inclined to talk about how you feel?”, Zayne suggested sarcastically. Somehow, between here and there, his hand was now under your pretty dress, the pad of his thumb rubbing against your clit through your underwear. A low hum rumbled in his throat, and he added, as if casually giving a diagnosis, “It feels damp here, so I’m guessing you're not too upset about this arrangement”.
Now that he’d got you under him in the backseat of his car, there was nowhere else to go. Not that you wanted to go anywhere when his hand was playing with you like this. His ears were tinted pink, but his voice didn’t sound very shy. Perhaps he was already tired from the day, and didn’t have any capacity left to be slow or flustered.
“I can be very persuasive even with more difficult cases”, he added, while slipping your panties down with his free hand. His hand that was just on you moved to your inner thigh and pushed your legs a little more apart. Then he stopped there, casually resting his hands on your thighs. That was your cue to do as he asked.
“Maybe I am still annoyed you didn’t show up without a word of warning”, you grumbled out begrudgingly, “Even though it wasn’t in your control”. Somehow, telling him you were still upset over the night (when it was an accident, all that…) felt more exposed than being spread open by him.
“It’s not as unreasonable as you think”, Zayne nodded and replied in a softer tone now that you were opening up - figuratively and literally. He kissed your cheek, and his hand moved back where you wanted, middle and ring finger now circling your hole, “Good girl”.
You shivered at that little kiss and melted more with his praise. “And what about when you were in that restaurant? You must be thinking some unsavory things”, he chuckled knowingly, still not pushing his fingers in yet, rather teasing you with his barely-there touch. You gave him a look, certainly, said unsavory thoughts were irrelevant now. It was just in the heat of the moment. “I said I wanted you to be real with me”, Zayne elaborated finally, and plunged his fingers in, too slowly. Your toes curled a little at the slight intrusion. It was becoming difficult to listen to him. “I want to know what you are thinking. What you were thinking. Take it out on me”, he coaxed.
You considered it momentarily, but you already knew you’d always give in to Zayne. It was impossible to stay bottled up when he was so gentle and understanding.
“I thought you were an asshole for inviting me out just to leave me waiting in that stupid restaurant”.
“Mhm. I hear you”, Zayne nodded. As you began talking, his fingers pushed in deeper against your tight walls.
“Hah… And… That these waiters are right and you must be a real dumbass dickhead to ditch me when I look so hot”, you breathed out, face dusted in a pretty pink. In hindsight, these were all petty thoughts.
“A ‘dumbass dickhead’? That’s harsh”, he chuckled warmly. His eyes seemed much calmer now, the prior frustration ebbed away when you melted to his touch. He gently curled his fingers a little, pumping the digits in and out of you slowly.
“Ugh”, you scoffed, but that slight annoyance was quickly washed away with a low moan of appreciation. He really knew the body well. “Anything else?”, Zayne continued coaxing, as his fingers thrust quicker, working you open for him.
“Uh…”, you breathed out, growing more and more distracted with the way his fingers were pleasuring you. It did make you more loose-lipped, though. “...Then I was going to go home and text you about what a shitty asshole you are, then block you on everything… so you’d know how it feels to be waiting for nothing”.
“That’s more like it, good girl…”, Zayne cooed in praise when your defenses crumbled, “You must’ve been very disappointed. It’s alright to tell me”. You were finally doing what he told you to do, and let him in on these emotions. He hummed in approval, and removed his hands, instead using them to unbuckle his belt, sliding the zipper down. You whimpered when his fingers slid out of you and glanced down at where his hands were traveling. Despite his supposed calmness, he was far from unaffected by the whole situation. He tugged his boxers down, not even bothering to undress all the way, revealing his aching cock to your eyes. He was hard and straining, his cock twitching as he gave it a couple of strokes, before being unable to keep himself away for any longer, and angled himself down, against your dripping hole.
“Good girls deserve rewards, don’t they? Though I may be inclined to give an even better prize if she keeps talking”, Zayne suggested - this time, his voice was breathy and strained. His breath hitched at the feeling of your walls slowly enveloping his tip, and he rutted up on instinct, pushing a little firmer into you. Meanwhile, you were far too wrapped up in the feeling of his dick filling you up to even think about his request.
“Come on, talk to me, sweetheart”, he cooed beside your ear, breathy and needy as he finally let some of his restraints go, and began thrusting into you slowly, groaning with every drag of his cock inside your tight cunt.
“I hate you. Next time, don’t bother coming at all”, you sputtered - the best petty thing in alignment with your earlier emotions that you could come up with when he was all up in your guts (or so it felt). A puff of white breath spilled from the glossy lips - at that moment, you realized how fucking cold the car was, despite the burning temperature of your intertwined bodies.
A satisfied smile widened on his lips, and he began picking up the pace. “Sure—“, as a reward, Zayne’s body jerked forward the moment the words left your lips, burying his cock tight against your walls.
“…You—“, your vision blurred with stars, as his hips slapped forward again, each word emphasized by a firm thrust, hitting that spot inside you perfectly..
Oh, the third time, that final thrust, would be deli—
Suddenly, Zayne’s warm hands left your body and he pulled out, leaving you empty. The expression on his face seemed to be a total nonchalance, but you knew better than that, and you weren’t so stupid to not notice that it wasn’t the weather that was making the car so cold. His cock twitched with need against your abdomen, and you tried to ignore the precum staining your bunched-up dress in favor of something much more important now.
“You must be kidding”, a sneer formed on your face, arms crossing over the breasts he’d made a point to free from that pretty silk dress earlier, “If you don’t want me, just say it from the get-go”. Despite his claims of not being a professional in psychology, his tricks were certainly working. Because now, you were spilling out whatever indignance was on your mind, instead of bottling up from him.
His eyes burned, a flicker of both irritation and offense flickering through that forest-green gaze. Not want her? What a notion it was… He blinked, and it was gone again, but you knew Zayne well enough to not assume those emotions had disappeared.
“Y/N”, it was a breathy, soft sound, his voice. On the surface, it felt calm and even, but there was a subtle, barely-there exhale at the end where you could sense a sea of emotions underneath. Zayne averted his gaze, and it seemed to take him a moment to recollect. You shivered - it felt as if the car had just grown colder.
“We should probably… use protection”, he said after some time.
“Seriously-?”, you deadpanned - and here you were expecting something a little more passionate than that, especially with his cock on your lap, you sprawled out half naked on the fancy leather seats of his car.
“We need to be responsible”.
“I don’t really care right now”.
“We shouldn’t—“.
“Zayne”, you said firmly, effectively silencing him. “I don’t care. If it’s you, it will always be fine.”
Two pairs of eyes stared at each other in complete silence. Then, Zayne nodded, with a soft ‘alright’. Out of the corner of your eyes, the car thermostat dropped another half degree. At this rate, you two would be frozen shut in here until dawn, but at least you’d be in good company.
Zayne noticed when you shivered, and despite his very aching need, his gentle hand grasped your chin and tilted your head upwards to look at him. It only took one look, as if you’d known him, and him you a thousand lifetimes. - Is this okay? - Always is, with you.
His body crowded over yours, one hand beside your head to hold himself up, and the other running up and down your arm as if to try and warm you in the cold. It wouldn’t matter, you wouldn’t care for the cold anymore in a couple of seconds. Your lips soon met his, a sweet and gentle dance - you had always had a feeling you didn’t need to rush when it came to Zayne. That no matter what, you two would always be. Always together. Your thoughts were brushed away again when his tongue slid past your lips, tasting the fruity gloss with a low hum of appreciation, before breaking the seal of your mouth and finding yours. There was a sense of apology in how slowly he was taking things - Sorry for missing the reservation, sorry for keeping you waiting - you pressed back against him, one hand carding into the dark locks to keep him in place - It’s alright, you are here. Zayne’s body was moving again, slotting itself properly between your slightly spread thighs. His hands pushed at your dress, and his hips stuttered forward on instinct, dragging his aching cock against the soft fabric in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. Your body shifted on your own accord, already impatient for more, earning a hiss from the doctor when he slid himself against your dripping slit. The kiss broke as he drew in a ragged, barely restrained breath, burying his face against your shoulder.
“Zayne…”, you panted right beside his ear. Maybe it was a malicious attempt to make him really lose it, maybe not.
“Yes, sweetheart?”, he nearly whispered, and you felt his hand clenching and unclenching on your arm. His body was hot and heavy above your own, taller frame almost draped over you like a blanket as you two found a comfortable position in the backseat.
“Fuck me”, you swallowed thickly, heat pooling in your guts as you anticipated the effects of those very filthy words. Your hips even shifted against him to grind your cunt down along the length of his pulsing cock, working him up more.
A low noise rumbled in Zayne’s throat, and he jerked back at the sensation of the delicious friction. It might be a little risky, playing with him like this, but you two were already messing around in an empty parking lot anyway, so what was the harm?
“Don’t tease me like that”, he reprimanded softly, though surely deep inside he was anything but calm and collected. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and pulled back again to show his face. Sure enough, beneath the mask of calmness were those green eyes, swimming with desire.
Your thighs were split open wide by Zayne’s deft hands, pinned down by his firm grip, not giving any space to wiggle free and mess with him. His eyes were downwards, glued to the way his aching cock was gliding against your folds, grinding himself down against your wet pussy.
“You’re so wet”, he said, as if in awe of the fact that this was very real, happening right now, even if it was hardly the first time you’d done this. Then his hips shifted, unable to wait any longer, aligning himself up with you. Your toes curled against the leather seat as his cock pushed past your hole, his familiarity filling you up slowly, inch by inch. Above you, Zayne’s eyes were fluttered half closed and his lips were hung slightly open, his mind overtaken with pleasure for the moment. You tensed up instinctively as Zayne pushed himself in, nails digging crescents into the expensive leather seat only to let up easily when he bottomed out, your bodies interconnected completely. His hips flushed against your own, and god it was a sinful sight from down here, watching his eyes dilate until the green was hardly visible, veined hand clenching on your bicep to try and rein himself in, while his cock pulsed between your walls with his every breath. You tried and wriggled in his grasp, pushing yourself down against him, and he lost it. Zayne’s hip jerked forward, driving his cock even deeper, and he gave an unconcealable groan of pleasure. Slowly, he began to move, pulling his hips back before snapping forward again, sending electricity up your spine by waves. Frost crept up on the tinted windows of the car as he picked up the pace, and soon enough, the car was filled up by the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Zayne…”, you mewled his name, and his hips snapped forward a bit too roughly in response. He cursed and shifted to angle himself up so that every rut forward of his cock hit that sweet spot that would make your toes curl. “Y/N”, Zayne answered breathily, brows furled and lips teeth clenched to force himself to some level of restraint. Instead of pressing down and kissing you, he held himself up, eyes raking over every one of your features as he drove you to ecstasy. A snap of his hips and your lips trembled with the stimulation. Another, and your pretty lashes fluttered, the beginning of a pleasure-induced glaze gleaming over those bright eyes. Your voice grew higher and higher in pitch as he moved faster, and God, he could fall apart right this moment… His left hand reached down between your legs, every movement gentle when he found that spot that would make your eyes go white and circled his thumb around the bundle of nerves. “Fuck, Zayne…”, the reaction was instantaneous, and you clenched down on his cock, body tense and shivering when the first orgasm hit, the first of many for the night. Zayne’s mouth closed over yours the moment his name escaped your glossy lips, swallowing any moans and some of his own too. His pace didn’t relent, cock bruising against your walls with every thrust. His hands moved and grasped your thighs, spreading it open even wider, at what would otherwise be an uncomfortable angle, but you were too busy being cock drunk to care. Zayne paused for a split second and hauled one of your thighs over his arm, hand caressing the bare skin as he held that leg over his shoulder. Now he could go deeper, and he didn’t waste any time doing exactly that. His hips slammed against your own, burying himself deep enough to put stars in your vision.
“You look so pretty. You must be punishing me, looking like that”, Zayne’s face tilted inwards, nosing along your calf. A sharp exhale left his lips when he caught the scent of that perfume you’d strategically sprayed on your ankle, and he immediately pressed his lips against that patch of skin, kissing sweetly before latching his mouth on it to suck a hickey onto you. A low noise left your throat, and Zayne’s other hand snaked down to splay against your stomach, both to keep you still as he dragged his cock in and out of you and to just feel you, real and up against himself. “I’m so close already, God, Y/N…”, he breathed against your neck, a noise bordering between neediness and downright desperation, “Come with me, please, sweetheart. I need you so bad”, he practically whimpered against your jaw, and with another sharp thrust of his hips, you cried out his name, gushing around him. Your thighs were locked tight and frozen around his waist, providing no escape from the hold your tightness had on him. “F-fuck, Y/N…”, Zayne was pulled over the edge with you, and with a final thrust, his seed spilled into you, filling you up with his passion. You felt his chest stutter against your own with every breath, and eventually, he slumped against you, body stilling to a drained pause.
“Spend the night at my place. I’ll make you a better dinner”, Zayne whispered against your jaw, before shakily pushing himself up a little to press a soft kiss against your lips.
⠀⠀ ❝ You got all dressed up for me . . . It's only right that I express my gratitude properly. ❞
⠀ ⠀"Okay, I know I'm a few days late so . . . hopefully this can kind of make up for it— Ack!"
⠀ ⠀A startled noise leaves her— pulled from her lips as she's tugged onto his lap by warm, greedy hands.
⠀ ⠀"If this is how I'm reward for my patience, then I'm not complaining in the least," Sylus murmurs. He takes a deep breath, her perfume filling his lungs— sugar and vanilla, like a treat waiting to be devoured. Without shame, his red gaze roams every inch of her, drinking in the sight of her like a man starved.
⠀ ⠀"Now, loveliest birthday present of mine, will you allow this gluttonous, greedy man to finally indulge himself?"
AAA hellooo I am posting this late (so sorry & happy belated birthday sy </3) but thank you once again to the amazing @nykur0h for this lovely comm ! It is always such a pleasure to work with you ‹𝟹
I am still on break rn, so I'll be posting this and going back into my little hidey-hole ^^ also, the original blurb I wrote for this got out of hand . . . so that almost 4k thing is scheduled to be posted today in an xreader format, if anyone is interested :3
art by ⓒ nykur0h .ᐟ⠀•⠀dividers from @.chrisssiren ˎˊ˗
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Doing these again as a bit of a writing/mental warm up to start writing fics again 🙂↕️ These are all my personal headcanons based off of canon. From cards to myths to cafe interactions 🐉🐦⬛🦇 hope you all enjoy!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Very attentive and cuddly. Doesn't want to get up from the bed just wants to bury his face into you. He will get you water and let you wash up in the bathroom but once you're back it's back to cuddling you, holding you tight as possible, small kisses and affirmations. You swear you hear him purr sometimes.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves hands/fingers, thighs, neck, and lips…both sets 🤭
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Sy is a very passionate lover, he doesn't care where he finishes particularly but if you have any qualms about where he finishes he will absolutely respect your wishes. For example if you don't want him to finish in you he will always make sure to pull out or use a condom so you don't have to worry at all. If you don't want to kiss after he eats you out, he'll try not to, even if it kills him inside a little. As for yours, he wants it all over his face, he doesn't care. He wants you to make his face, dick, and hands wet at all times. He'll even eat the cream pie out of you, he can't help himself. He saw it dribbling out of you and wanted a taste. He'll make a sloppy wet kiss even more sloppy, kissing you after eating you out so you know how you taste too.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Sy may not have had other romantic partners before but you cannot convince me he hasn't had other sexual partners. Be it in a sex club or in a “I'm doing this to get what i want” kinda way. The man is way too experienced to have never touched another woman before. He may not have had romantic feelings for any of them, but he definitely had sexual partners before even if it was just out of curiosity and to learn.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He has a surprising amount of experience but he definitely won't admit to having past partners. To him since they weren't romantic partners and just learning experiences or intel/item retrieval he doesn't consider them at all.
One could say he remembers his past lives so he can remember what you liked before, but from what we do know, none of those were happy long lived lives to have gotten that much experience together. So I definitely feel he's learned a thing or two thanks to the n109 zone night life.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Any position where his face is in your puss and he can still see your face and reactions. If he can hold ur hands while eating you out and still maintain a bit of eye contact? He's in heaven.
He loves to submit to you but he also seems to prefer being on top of you. He loves to be pushed around by you. Your hands on his sensitive chest. Pulling him by the chains and collars he wears just to tempt you. Its interesting he doesn't seem to care for cowgirl positions, he's always flipping you back over to be on your back after you've pushed him around a bit. Maybe he's a service submissive? He loves taking direction from you but he certainly has a preference for being on top of you face to face. Like, if you ever wanted to peg him he would probably agree to make you happy, but he would want it to be missionary so it was face to face and he could keep eye contact rather than doing it doggy style and have it be way less personal and romantic.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He can have a silly moment here and there. He'll go along with any of your antics. But he's definitely more serious during moments of passion.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Canonically the man only has hair on his head. But i like to think he has a bit of a silvery happy trail once he learns you prefer a little bit of hair on him.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He will repeatedly make sure everything is ok and you're still up to keep going. Consent is no laughing matter to him at all. He is very romantic and passionate. To the point it almost sounds like he gets drunk off of you. Very hot and heavy, breathy, not afraid to whine and moan in front of you. Will be wrapped around you, or vice versa, once you two have fucked to the point of exhaustion.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
I think he might be into edging himself a little bit. He likes to jack off to sleep better, but if he really misses you because he hasn't seen you in quite some time he'll set aside some time, grab one of your shirts or panties you left behind, spray it with some of your perfume you keep in his room, and have a long private session that night. He might even try to call you and have you talk him through it. Once you catch on you might even join in the activities. Once you see each other in person though you're not leaving his room for the next day or so, you'll be on each other like glue.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He seems like he might be a bit of a voyeur. He already keeps an eye on you with Mephisto, who's to say he hasn't caught you at a bad time during one of your more intimate and vunerable acts and just….continued watching. He's definitely into bdsm as a submissive. He wears plenty of chains and collars to reinforce that idea. He's absolutely into body worship, pussy worship. He loves biting, and not little love bites, he wants to do it hard enough to leave marks. With how sensitive his chest is I'm sure he's into sensation play (ex: being blindfolded and experiencing different sensations feel on his body, like ice, heat (hot wax), feathers, etc). Shibari feels like something he'd be into. Maybe gun and knife play too for that adrenaline junkie within him.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
His bedroom is definitely number 1. In his giant bed, his extravagant bathroom, his couches. He's mentioned she's used to the bathroom so I'm sure they've done it multiple places in there, not just the shower but the bath tub, on top of the counter, etc. I'm positive he loves semi public places too, like in his car, in an alley, in front of giant ceiling to floor windows when they're in one of his many homes or hotels.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Danger usually gets him going. Showing off ur skills. Impressing him with your skills and abilities and/or thoughtfulness. Doing something sentimental for him. Wearing red, lingerie (especially if it's a surprise), or the gifts he gave you (jewelry, dresses, etc).
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I don't think you could get him to do no con things or something that could genuinely hurt you (ex: choking you to a dangerous degree, using plastic bags for asphyxiation, dangerous stuff like that where he wouldn't be able to save you). I'm not so sure he'd be into degrading either even if you assured him that's something you're into. Even if he likes mild teasing and bullying there's a line he refuses to cross when it comes to his beloved
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
We all know the answer to this. Every 4* secret times card that man is in between your legs face first. Hell even the last one from the anniversary he stopped you from giving head so he could do it to you lmao. Mans is a real eater. I'm sure he gets off just by eating you out alone and nothing else sometimes.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I think he'd like to go slow and sensually and enjoy every second he's in you. He also needs to let you adjust to his size so he's come to love the anticipation and the feeling of your little pussy adjusting around his lubed up monster cock. The slow dragging in between your walls while watching your face scrunch up in pain and pleasure as you adjust to his size... it's one of his favorite things on earth, he could do it forever.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
I definitely think amongst some adrenaline highs during some chases or fights they've had a quicky or 2 during their downtime
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Risks in an adrenaline kinda way or a getting caught by someone seeing kind of way? Yes absolutely. Risks in a playing with your life and he wouldn't be able to save you with his strength or evol? No, absolutely not. But in general he's always down to mess around and play with his kitten and indulge in any new ideas she may want to act out.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He has ungodly stamina from all of his constant battles and fighting to survive when he was younger, and boxing regularly now helps him keep that stamina up. He will last all night, as long as you want him to. Edging him will probably be extremely satisfying when you finally let him finish.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I think he'd be fine with toys. He already wears chains and collars all the time. I'm sure he'd be happy to up the anti if you'd ask. I'd imagine bdsm gear would naturally be an interest. I feel he might even try to size train you in the beginning of your relationship, so he might have a couple of dildos that are smaller than he is so you could work your way up to him if you weren't confident in being able to take him in at all. I also think he'd be interested in nipple clamps, and if he saw the rumors/jokes about rose toys i definitely think he'd buy one to use on you just to see if the rumors were true. Which might entail for a new interest in vibrators to use on you just to watch you writhe around and scream in his bed underneath him. It becomes a bit of a hobby for him
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sy doesn't tease you as much during your intimate moments as you do him as he's usually servicing you or being the submissive. Unless he just got a new toy, but even then he's not really into edging you, it might even be the opposite with him. He loves indulging you and giving you what you want so much he might try to overstimulate you by giving you repeat orgasms to the point you need to stop in between rounds for water and giving your legs a break. You absolutely will be sore the next day, esp if he has a certain number of orgasms he wants you to reach that night
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Loud enough to be satisfying. His voice is already so low naturally. He will growl, moan, sometimes even whimper on a rare occasion, but it's not very often he'll yell, and you've never heard him scream. He's more low groans and growls in your ear, than uncontrolable yells and screams when he's orgasming.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
I think all the chains and collars he wears is to test you and your willingness to pull him around, especially in public. But if you're at home, it's the equivalent of wearing lingerie. You're probably not going to be leaving the house that day if he shows up dressed like that. And he knows and loves it.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
That man is canonically hung. Like he always looks like he's smuggling stuff in the front and the back. He not only has a big dick but a big ass too. Easily an 8in dick, minimum, and girthy too. Show-er AND grow-er I'm sure. His tits are also huge and his waist, snatched. The biggest tits and ass with a slutty little waist to match? Even I'm jealous of that man's physique. But jealous in the way i can't touch him everyday all day 😩
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
The way he's always flirty and acts like every touch from you is euphoric, I can only imagine that man's sex drive is completely and utterly insatiable.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He'll only sleep once the aftercare is said and done. He refuses to get his and leave, or turn around and k.o. He needs to make sure you're okay after your little tango before he even lays down again. Even then he's making sure you're laying right on top of him, using his chest as a pillow and trying his best to only fall sleep after you. Which isn't that hard because the man is basically purring at this point. Falling asleep to his heartbeat and purring? Easiest k.o of your life, especially after a night of passion. You can't think of a better way to fall asleep than laying on top of him with one of his hands going thru your hair, the other hand lazily rubbing on your hips and ass, slowly dozing off to him mindlessly placing small little kisses on the top of your head here and there, the sound of his heart beat, and what you swear is him purring. It's a miracle you even wake up the next morning after falling asleep so heavenly the night before.
This one is new and its a gift for my girl @seraphineash. 😘😘.
Pomegranate Masterlist
The first time you try to ride Sylus everything goes wrong. You were determined to get this right. To make him beg like he always made you do. But the moment you tried to ride him, reality set in—this wasn't like the videos you'd secretly watched. The angle was wrong, hitting places that made you hiss and clench your teeth. Your hips didn't know the rhythm, didn't know how to move, and every bounce felt like you were trying to impale yourself on him.
Then he laughed.
"Tired already, sweetie?" His voice dripped with mock concern that made your blood boil. You weren't tired—you were a hunter, for fuck's sake. You'd faced down Wanderers and survived. This shouldn't be so damn difficult.
But you didn't know what you didn't know, and every movement felt awkward, wrong. Your face must have been making that clear because he kept looking at you with those knowing crimson eyes and that infuriating smirk.
The nerve of him. The absolute nerve.
You wanted to prove him wrong. But your body wasn't cooperating, you were too tense, too focused on not hurting yourself, too caught up in the humiliation of not knowing what you were doing.
You couldt get it out of your head. You had to do this right. So what do you do? You watch every video, read every magazine article, practice with your toy until your thighs burned and your mind was full of possibilities.
But when you try again? Same mess. Wrong angle, wrong movements, wrong everything.
"You are doing good, Miss hunter, but apparently you still need some... instruction."
So he did what Sylus always did when you were too stubborn, too proud to ask for help. He took over.
He flipped you onto your back, positioned himself between your thighs, and fucked you properly. He didn't stop until you were boneless and passed out on his bed, too tired to even try again.
A whole week later, you think about it again. Again. But then something adds to the whole thing—this nagging insecurity about your body. About how you'd look naked and bouncing on him. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. So you forget it and try to focus on other things. Anything to keep your mind off it.
Until that night.
When you both get home from a particularly grueling mission, exhausted and covered in grime. Sylus pours you both drinks—his way of celebrating surviving another day—and you find yourself sitting on his lap in his office, his hands on your waist, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs something about how good you look even when you're filthy.
The alcohol hits different when you're already tired. Makes your head fuzzy, your inhibitions lower. Makes you brave.
Before you can think better of it, you're straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders, his mouth on your neck.
Something about his words, about the way he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters, about the liquid courage warming your veins—it all adds up.
You're not thinking about your body anymore. You're not thinking about anything except this.
You take off your shirt and your shoulders loosen, the tension melting away as cool air hits your bare skin. Your breath leaves in slow, willing sighs, and you notice how his hand has taken one of your wrists, thumb stroking the racing vein there. It feels like his mark, like he's claiming you even in this small way.
The skirt you're wearing bunches up when you widen your legs, you take his hand on your wrist and the other one in your hands and push them behind his chair.
"Use your evol."
He understands immediately, and you see his eyes widen for a second before that infuriating smirk shows itself again. "Are you...?"
"I'm sure. If you touch me, I'll stop."
He obeys—of course he does. But that stupid smirk is still there, even as you lower his zipper and let his cock spring free into your hand. Even when you wrap your hand around it and stroke it a few times, feeling the heat of him, the weight of him. Even when you pull your panties to the side with one hand and the other lines him up at your entrance.
Until you start to sink down. Slowly. Very slowly, and you watch as his expression shifts—lips parting, that smirk completely gone, replaced by something raw and hungry as he stares at his cock disappearing between your folds.
You notice it now, what the problem was. His hands were always too tense, gripping you like he was afraid he'd hurt you, making you as rigid and uncertain as he was. But now, when you finally start to move, when his cock slides in and out without hurting, opening you up to pleasure—finally it feels right.
He tries to move his hands—forgetting completely that they're bound by his own evol—and groans in response to your chuckle, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.
"Such a cruel little thing," he breathes, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before opening again to meet yours. "You're... you're enjoying this, aren't you? Is this what you wanted?"
His hips buck involuntarily, a small, desperate thrust that pushes deeper inside you.
The movement makes you moan, and on his next thrust you sink lower until your ass meets his skin, both of you throwing your heads back. The feeling of his cock hitting so deep is intoxicating, something that feels different from anything you've experienced before.
It's no secret to Sylus that you can only cum with clit stimulation, so his next words don't come as a surprise "Let me help you, it will feel so much better."
But you shake your head, a sharp denial that's more instinct than thought. Your hips keep moving, keep bouncing on him like you're a machine programmed to chase this feeling. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, mixing with your breathy moans.
You don't care that your breasts are bouncing right in front of his face, that he can see everything. You don't care about the rhythm you've fallen into, just the building pressure in your core, the way his cock hits so deep it feels like he's rearranging your insides.
Your vision starts to white out at the edges, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks, and you rock harder, faster, chasing that edge where pleasure becomes something else entirely.
You feel it the moment your clit brushes against the coarse hair on top of his cock—that weird, urgent pressure like you might actually pee if you don't stop and it makes you slow down. Before you can give up sgain his voice cracks through the haze: "Please don't stop, not now, sweetie keep going."
He sounds shattered. Broken. Needy. Like you own every piece of him.
Giving in to his plea you start again, but something shifts between you—this time since you started sleeping together, Sylus breaks first. The veins in his neck look strained, his groan so loud you actually worry the twins might hear it. But you keep going, taking him to overstimulation like he always does to you, and for the first time you understand why it drives him so wild to see you like this.
When you stick your fingers in his mouth to soak them in his saliva before bringing them down to your clit, his eyes go half-lidded with pleasure and pride. It only takes three circles around it before you cum—hard. Squirting all over his lap so much his eyes widen in surprise, the noises you make so raw and beautiful it almost makes him cum sgain.
"Fuck," he breathes, staring down at the mess between your bodies like he's never seen anything more perfect "Do it again"
You heard Zayne enter the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the air. He always took a shower when he got home late from work, needing to wash away the stress and exhaustion of the long day. You knew him well enough to understand his habits, his little quirks that let you know exactly what kind of day he'd had.
You sat up in bed, the sheets rustling softly as you shifted your position. Your heart was filled with hope that Zayne hadn't lost another patient tonight, a constant worry that always lingered in the back of your mind whenever he came home late like this.
A few moments later, Zayne emerged from the bathroom, but something was different this time. Normally, he would walk out with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, the fabric doing little to hide his body. But tonight, he was completely bare, not a scrap of clothing covering him.
His hair was still damp, a few loose strands falling over his forehead as he walked towards the bed. His eyes met yours, and in them, you saw tiredness and something else, something more intense and heated. He had a serene expression, but there was tension, a sort of coiled energy that seemed to radiate from him.
You couldn't help but notice the way his movements were deliberate, each step measured and precise. He moved with a certain grace that was both mesmerizing and slightly intimidating.
"Be a dear and do something for me tonight, won't you?" Zayne requested "I'm carrying a great deal of tension from the day, and I need to get rid of it but I don't want to risk hurting you unintentionally...besides you're always so well behaved and considerate, aren't you, my love?"
You found yourself nodding slowly, almost unconsciously, as you whispered your reply. "Yes"
"I need you to push me to the absolute limit, leave me throbbing and desperate. Then, and only then, I want you to fuck the stress out of me." His eyes flashed with intensity as he added, "I'm no fragile man, I'll speak up and tell you exactly what I need."
It had started with a blowjob, with you spending a full thirty minutes worshipping every inch of his cock. You had taken him deep into your throat, lips stretching around his girth as you swallowed around him again and again. Every time you tasted his salty precum on your tongue, a sign that you had brought him to the brink as he had asked, you stopped, pulling off his cock with a pop.
Now, as you rode him with fervor, you could feel every thick vein and ridge of his cock as it dragged along your sensitive walls. Your breasts bounced with each roll of your hips, sweat dripping down your cleavage and onto his chest. His hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided your movements, urging you on.
You could see the tension in his face, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched as he fought to maintain control. But you could also see the pleasure, the pure bliss that shone in his eyes as you worked him over and over, bringing him closer to that elusive edge.
Your thighs burned with each movement, the muscles screaming from the pace you had set. But you couldn't stop, not when Zayne was in such a desperate state, his eyes wild and his chest heaving with each breath. You had never seen him like this before, so completely at the mercy of his own desire, and it only spurred you on.
When you finally stopped, your hips hovering just above his, you heard the most delicious sound. A whimper, low and needy, escaped Zayne's lips. It was a sound you had never heard from him before, a sound that spoke of a desperation so profound it made your pussy clench.
"Please..." Zayne breathed out. He sounded almost pained, almost tortured in his need for release.
You leaned down and looked into his eyes. "Please what, Zayne?" you asked softly, your voice a teasing lilt as you dragged your nails down his chest.
He shuddered beneath you, his body trembling with the effort it took for him to hold back. But you could see the answer in his eyes, could feel the way his cock throbbed and jerked inside you, aching for that final push.
Only when you were certain that he wouldn't climax, not yet, did you start to move again. You leaned down further, pressing your chest flush against his as you began to drag your hips back. You felt his cock slip out of you, inch by inch, until just the tip remained inside you.
Then, with a brutal thrust, you slammed back down onto him. You took him to the hilt, your body accepting every thick inch of his hard cock as you ground your hips against his. A groan tore from Zayne's throat, a sound of pure pleasure that made your own desire surge through your veins.
"Fuck, yes," Zayne hissed, his hands gripping your ass tightly "Just like that, Please fuck me just like that."
"Such a good boy," you purred, "using his big boy words now. I do like you begging, darling."
Sitting up with the last of your strength, you braced your hands on his chest and began to bounce on his cock. Your thighs trembled and burned, but you pushed through the pain, driven by the need to bring him to his high.
With each bounce, you felt his cock hit all the right spots inside you, stroking your G-spot with devastating accuracy.
As the heat in your belly coiled tighter and tighter, you grabbed Zayne's hand and brought it to your swollen clit, pressing his fingers against the sensitive nub. Together, you rubbed tight circles around it, the added stimulation pushing you both closer.
That was when Zayne lost it. When your walls clenched down around him and your body shuddered above him, he finally let go. His climax hit him with the force of a freight train, his eyes flying wide open as a loud groan ripped from his throat.
The sound was raw and filled with pleasure. It was so unlike the calm, level headed man you knew. His body shook beneath you, his hips jerking and twitching as he emptied himself inside you. The sensation pushed you over the edge, and with a scream of his name, you came undone.
summary: all it took was a single chocolate. now you’re trying not to scream his name in the hallway because he can’t wait another moment to taste you.
tags: LADS, lads smut, sylus x fem!reader, sylus x you, begging!sylus ??
content warnings: 18+ MDNI explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving), use of aphrodisiacs, mention of alcohol, sylus coming in his pants
word count: 1.6k
note: one time my sister said, “hey you should write a fic where he makes her finish against a door.”
(hope i make you proud, lil sis)
“I’ll tell you a secret,” sylus leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.
the firelight danced across his chiseled face, a playful smile on his lips as he leisurely swished his half-drunk glass of wine. then he glanced down to the box you were holding.
“I’ve… never tried one of those,” he motioned to the chocolates you were now lifting out of their package.
your eyes widened with delight.
“really?” mischief laced your tone as you excitedly scanned the assortment to pick one you thought he would like.
proud of your final selection, you placed it in your palm and extended it toward him. his eyebrow raised.
“how can I be sure you aren’t trying to poison me?”
“you can’t be,” you took another chocolate from the box and gingerly ate it, your other hand still extended toward him in offering.
after another moment of consideration, he took the bait, slowly placing the chocolate in his mouth. you watched as he shifted his jaw from one side to the other, brows furrowing as if he was tasting a wine.
“it’s just an aphrodisiac in chocolate form,” you reminded him through a laugh.
he hummed, a serious expression on his face that didn’t match the teasing tone of his words.
“have you considered that my tolerance for whatever is in it could be low? that I could have a reaction?”
you slid closer to him on the leather sofa, resting a hand on his muscular thigh.
“if you were actually worried about that, you wouldn’t have eaten it… besides,” you leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, “what’s the worst that could happen? feeling incredible too quickly? or for a long time? certainly, I could help you with any adverse reactions…”
his eyes narrowed.
“kitten, are you trying to take advantage of me?”
“is it working?” you batted your eyelashes shamelessly.
a low laugh surfaced from deep in his chest before he leaned in and mimicked the kiss you had given him, a tingling sensation left on the corner of your lips when he pulled back.
“you know you don’t need chocolates to do that.”
and then you both sipped your wine, stealing kisses and enjoying each other’s company while the love-buzz started to kick in.
but nothing could have prepared you for the rest of your evening.
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SLAM!
you crashed against the door, his arms snaking around your neck and waist to soften the blow. the muffled groan you released was swallowed by his eager mouth as his tongue swept deeper between your parted lips. he tasted like wine, chocolate, and a dangerous loss of restraint.
tearing a hand from his hair, you fumbled along the door in attempt to find the handle. however, your plans were thwarted- that hand grabbed and pinned above your head before you could register what was happening.
“sssy….” you attempted weakly against his mouth, but he was absolutely unrelenting in his devouring.
just when you were certain you were about to die like this, he finally pulled away, a crazed look in his eyes. his hair was in serious disarray, his shirt partially unbuttoned, his lips swollen. a faint shade of red tinged his face and his ears, magnifying the bright red glow of his eyes.
he looked absolutely gorgeous. and terrifying.
his lips tilted upward and his eyes darkened with something desperate and ravenous as he took in your disheveled state.
“s-sy…” you tried again, out of breath, “here…?” you looked around nervously at the dark, empty hallway. for a moment, the only sounds you could hear were your labored breathing and faint music from the record you’d put on earlier drifting down the hall.
his fingers trailed from your neck down the front of your shirt, smirk widening as he hummed in response.
“sweetie…” his heated gaze lowered as those fingers hooked into the low part of the neckline.
“… didn’t you say you’d help me if I had an adverse reaction?”
RIP- plink, plink, plink!
the buttons from your shirt bounced across the floor as you fixed your gaze back on sylus’s face, jaw agape.
“sylus! I-I didn’t bring another shirt,” you protested as his large hands trailed over the cups of your bra and lightly squeezed.
“you won’t need one,” his low voice rumbled against your chest, where he was now generously biting and kissing every exposed area he could reach.
truthfully, you were finding it hard to stay upset. the effects of the aphrodisiac, his frenzied touches, the way you could feel the heat and hardness of him pressing through your clothes… you were quickly being consumed by the delicious sensations.
but things were escalating quickly.
“the twins could walk in-“
“they’ll be out a little while longer,” he grumbled before biting your lower lip and grinding his hips into yours.
your protests turned into gasps as his large hand hiked up your skirt and delved beneath the lace of your panties. his fingers glided over that sensitive spot repeatedly, causing your hips to roll against his hand, an ache building deep in your core.
you reached out, palming the massive length of him through his pants, unable to focus long enough to undo his buckle. he worked you with a pressure and swiftness so intense that you were convinced he was trying to ensure that you were as torturously aroused as he was.
and god was it working. the fervency of his touch and the hunger in his eyes were driving you crazy. you’d seen him desperate before. his travels often separated you for long periods of time. but this was different.
he was horny. he was panting. he was hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties.
“please, kitten…” he mumbled into your neck, “help me.”
you cried out as he tugged them all the way down, tossing them to the side.
“I need this…” he groaned as his knees hit the floor, hands latching onto your waist and mouth dragging along your stomach.
“need you…” one of his hands withdrew to run along the hardness of himself, clearly needing the friction, his lust-filled gaze peering up to meet yours. the sight of him so undone nearly made you finish.
but then he grabbed one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder.
“need to…” you felt his hot breath trail up your thigh, “… taste you.”
the sound he made when his mouth met your core was nothing short of animalistic, the vibrations heightening your pleasure. his tongue worked viciously, swirling and lapping and coaxing you open like he couldn’t get enough.
one of your hands flew over your mouth to stifle a moan, the other scratching against the door frame, looking for any kind of purchase to anchor you. finding none, you hooked your raised leg harder against his broad shoulder.
he growled a sound of approval into you before somehow yanking you even closer, his tongue working into your depths and nose rubbing against you at a quickened pace.
“syyyy… I want you- nngh- inside me…” you panted, hands suddenly digging into his hair and tugging him back.
he grunted in frustration, dragging his face along your thigh as he managed to reply, “not yet,” and bringing his fingers up to trace circles before they curled into you.
your head slammed back against the door when his tongue returned to you, working in tandem with his fingers to drive you wild.
“fuck, oh my god, sylus! not here-“ your body began to tremble, knees about to give out, “I… ohhh… I-I’m gonna-“
“come for me, sweetie.”
you let out a strangled cry at his request, chest heaving as his mouth enveloped your core and sucked.
and that’s when you broke- against a door in the hallway, release flowing through you in a hot wave that began to drip down your thighs.
but sylus didn’t release you, instead tightening his grip and lapping his tongue along you, the only thing that could quench his thirst.
you watched through blurry vision as your hips continued to roll against his face. suddenly, his fingers dug to the point of bruising, another deep, drawn out groan rumbling into you.
he pulled away, panting as he met your gaze. a sated smile graced his lips when he wiped them with the back of his hand. then he rose, his entire body pressing you against the door, lips colliding with yours in a messy kiss.
heat flooded your entire body when you felt his hip press low against your exposed stomach, the evidence of what you had done to him seeping through the fabric of his pants.
“sylus…” you pushed against his chest, “did you- I didn’t even- just from tasting…?” you panted in exhaustion and disbelief.
a low chuckle sounded as he swiftly turned the handle of the door. he bent down to brush his lips along your neck, pushing you into the room until the back of your legs hit the nearest piece of furniture.
“those chocolates aren’t bad…” he drawled as he slid your open shirt off your shoulders.
“but I think I need more…”
and then you were on your back, trapped between him and another inanimate object.
“more… chocolates?” you questioned with a breathless laugh, eyes dropping to where he was fumbling with his pants.
you heard the clink of his belt hitting the floor as he tilted your chin back towards his.
and you knew you in that moment that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night. not when his eyes burned brighter and he lowered his mouth to yours and whispered,
Sylus doesn't kneel for anyone except you. Both knees on the floor. Mouth already on you. Hand working himself fast. "Don't look away." He means it.
{ Sylus x fem!reader | masturbation, he touches himself, pussy drunk | smut, nsfw, 18+ }
Note: English isn't my first language; I hope you enjoy it ♡
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Sylus doesn't kneel for anyone. Not for gods, not for empires, not for death. The world kneels for him.
Except you.
Just you. Only ever you. His other half. The one exception to everything he has ever been. The single person in this world who could bring the most dangerous man alive to his knees without asking.
Like right now.
His mouth is already on you. Both knees on the floor, face buried deep between your thighs, devouring your dripping cunt like a man starved.
From down here, Sylus has a perfect view of everything. He watches with burning eyes, drinking in every detail. The way your thighs spread wide over the armrests. The way your breasts bounce heavily with each panting breath above him, wetness already coating his chin.
His gaze never leaves your face, locked onto every expression as he works his mouth on you. He savors every warm, steady drop of your arousal dripping onto his tongue, like your body already knows exactly who it belongs to.
"Sylus, please... slowly... I can't... I really can't."
Both your hands pull his hair, yanking hard enough to hurt. Sylus groans like it's the best pain he's ever felt.
His free hand strokes his thick, aching cock hard and fast, thumb grinding relentlessly over the swollen head. He milks more sticky precum from his throbbing length while your sweet juices pour onto his tongue and slide down his throat.
This view. This specific view of you right before you fall apart.
This is what ruins him. This is what always ruins him. This is what he gets on his knees for.
And he knows it.
He fucking loves it.
Your thighs try to close on instinct, your head arching back as a broken sob catches in your throat. You can't take this anymore. But his hand stops you instantly, roughly pressing your thighs back open and keeping you spread wide for him. He refuses to let you hide even for a second while he continues devouring you.
"Don't look away, kitten," Sylus breathes against you. "Keep looking at me while I make you cum."
His hand moves faster. His whole arm shaking.
"You're making me cum too," he groans against your wetness, voice completely gone. "Just by looking at me like that."
His eyes stay locked on yours.
"So keep looking at me."
Your blurry eyes meet his as you spread your thighs wider, offering him everything. The moment you open up, the sound of his mouth against your slick pussy changes instantly.
Spreading for him gave him more of you and completely broke him. Now you hear exactly how starving he is. Loud slurps and greedy licks slap wetly against your clit as his tongue fucks deep into you with raw, breathless need.
Your hand flies to your breast, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh as you squeeze hard. You can feel your orgasm rushing toward you fast and overwhelming, and you desperately need something to hold onto.
Your other hand yanks his hair even harder, pulling his face tightly against your dripping heat as you tremble desperately, right on the edge of falling apart all over his face.
You're going to cum. Sylus can taste exactly how close you are.
The orgasm slams into you like a brutal tidal wave. Sylus devours you through every brutal wave of your orgasm, his burning eyes never once leaving your face. His tongue never stops, never slows, relentlessly fucking and sucking your pulsing cunt as you thrash and sob from the overwhelming pleasure.
He refuses to pull away even for a second. He was never going to stop until he’d drained every last drop of your hot, messy release straight down his throat.
And then Sylus breaks completely. Rough and completely unguarded, his groan pressed deep and messy into your inner thigh while his whole body shudders through every wave without trying to stop any of it.
His cock throbs hard and spills and spills thick and warm over his hand. The release crashes through him all at once after holding back for so long through every orgasm of yours, and after watching you fall apart on his tongue the entire time.
His hands are shaking.
They never shake.
They're shaking now.
Only you have ever done that.
"Much better, sweetie?" he murmured against your skin, voice wrecked and low. He knew exactly what the last time had done to your back. Knowing exactly why he put you here tonight.
"Yes," you breathe, and your fingers find his silver hair and start petting, unhurried and gentle, a reward without saying it's a reward.
Sylus knows immediately and it makes him crazy in a way he will think about long after tonight is over.
"Was that okay for you?" you whisper. "You were on your knees the whole time."
Sylus looks up at you from the floor. Face flushed, chin wet, still panting hard enough that his shoulders are still moving with it.
That grin spreads slow. Dark and completely drunk on you.
His tongue finds you again, lapping through your twitching aftershocks. Sylus is nowhere near done with you, and right now the sweet taste of your cum dripping onto his tongue is exactly where he wants to stay.
"Trust me, sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
"I'm s-so gonna get you-fuck-back for this!" You cry out as Zayne once again pulls away, leaving you gasping, right on the edge of pleasure. He keeps your thighs pinned open, while Sylus keeps your wrists in place, your back to his chest.
"Don't be like that, sweetie. We all know you deserve it." Sylus coos in your ear as Zayne brushes a soft kiss to your inner thigh, watching you pout at him. He's been eating you out for what feels like hours, but you haven't cum once.
"I-I didn't do anything wrong! Please please I-I need it!" You moan as Zayne buries his head between your thighs once again, tongue circling your clit in tight, painful circles.
“Maybe we’d be nicer if you’d just admit it.” There’s pure joy in Sylus’s tone. He loves playing good cop, but you know he can be just as mean as Zayne if given the chance.
“I-I didn’t…fuck!” Zayne pulls away again, sensing how close you were even without you saying anything. There’s a satisfied glint in his eyes when they meet yours, licking the taste of you off his lips.
“Sylus, do you want a taste?” You almost cry in relief at his offer. Sylus always fucks up when he edges you with his mouth, always tips you over. Thank god you're almost free.
But instead of releasing you, Zayne simply leans forward. You think he’s about to kiss you, but he moves past you, towards Sylus.
Now you’re really gonna kill them.
You can barely see them in your peripheral, but the sounds are enough for you to get a clear picture of their sloppy makeout. At one point, you swear Zayne spits in his mouth. The tears that you managed to keep back stream down your face in full force now, the ache between your legs only worsening with the loss of Zayne's warm breath.
"Okay!" You concede through tears, "I sh-shouldn't have been such a brat. Please just-just make me cum!" You whine in sheer desperation. One of them presses a placating kiss on your shoulder, and Zayne moves back between your legs.
"Alright. We'll make you cum. How does one for every time we edged you sound?" Zayne doesn't wait for your answer, already diving into his favourite dessert.
RANKING THE LIS BASED ON WHO IS MOST TO LEAST LIKELY TO CUM FROM BEING BITTEN! Thats it. That's the post. I was enabled by @colonelkaboom, @ir-the-cat, and @aghostreading13 to make this so...blame them and not me for the further delay in the next part of my fic. THE BRAIN WORMS GOT ME, OKAY???????????????????????? Anyway. This is feral. Biting, marking, a little bit of blood, light bondage, and men cumming their pants and or fucking you through the floor. MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#1) Sylus.
When you asked him if he could cum just from being bitten, he took off his shirt, settled against the couch, and gave you that perfectly charming -- and perfectly challenging -- smirk. "There's only one way to find out, sweetie."
You started off by kissing him, then you took his lower lip between your teeth. He made a low, groaning sound, and those big hands of his settled on your waist. You moved away from his lips, down his sharp jaw, leaving soft nibbles as you made your way down to his neck. His fingers tightened on your waist, but he made no move to adjust you, letting you take what you wanted from him. Those vivid red eyes focused only on you.
You took your time. Moving slowly. Teasing him in that sweet, torturous way that only you could do. Pressing more lingering kisses than sharp nips along his jaw line, then licking a stripe down his neck.
"You're being gentle tonight, kitten." His teasing tone wrapped around you, but you sensed the urgency in it. The slightest edge of desperation for more. You giggled as you continued to tease him, preparing him with endless light touches before you dared give him what you both wanted.
His eyes fell closed, and his grip on you relaxed. You let him linger in that peaceful space of sensation, dragging your tongue and teeth over his collarbones in light nips, for only a moment.
You bit him like you wanted to consume him. As if he were your sustenance, as if his blood would nourish you. Your teeth dug into the skin of his neck, sinking deep as you ground your hips down against his. A choked gasp left his throat, followed my a low growl as he cradled your head against his neck.
"Yes, just like that."
You hummed against the blooming bruise on his pretty neck, adding more pressure as his fingers tightened in your hair, keeping you close. The low growl rumbling through his chest deepened, and gave way to a deep moan when you broke through the skin. The copper tang of blood hit your tongue, and Sylus' hips jerked. Praises of your name fell from his still kiss-swollen lips as he growled through his release, the vibration rumbling through you. Every firm throb of his cock as he came jolted against your core, and you moaned into the bite, swiping your tongue over the mark.
When you pulled away, Sylus still breathed heavily. A small droplet of blood ran down his muscular chest, and he grinned at you as he flipped you over.
"Let's see if you can come from this, too."
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#2) Rafayel.
"My cutie wants to eat me?!" Rafayel pouted, his pretty eyes going wide as he crossed his arms. "Wow, that's a new low, even for you."
"You love when I bite you. I just want to see if I can make you cum from it. Can I try, please?" You asked, batting your eyelashes as you plopped down next to him on the bed.
His pouting came from no real place of hesitation. This was part of the game. The push and pull the two of you had on one another like the moon and the tides. The corner of his mouth twitched, just a little, and just like that, you'd won this first battle of wills.
You crawled on top of him in your shared bed, pressing messy open-mouth kisses against the bare skin of his abdomen. Starting from the waistband of his pants, you nibbled your way up his stomach. Down his arms to that one vein that always drew your eye whenever he wore something sleeveless, then back down again.
His hands tangled in your hair, and soft, melodic moans fell from his lips each time you added more pressure. Whimpers soon followed when you lessened it, choosing instead to lick up the lines of his muscles. "You're such a tease!"
You hummed in agreement as you continued your little game, working your way up his chest. Your bites increased in intensity and frequency. Soon, his entire chest and neck were covered in evidence of you, various purple bruises peppering his skin like a constellation of your adoration for him.
You bit his nipples, and he moaned, arching into the touch when your teeth tugged slightly. You moved your lips up further on the left side of his chest, right where the bond mark faintly glimmered, and you bit. Hard. Claiming. Sucking the skin into your mouth to leave another mark, one not made of magic but passion. Need. Desire.
He made the prettiest moan of your name as his cock throbbed against your core, back arching, with the intensity of his release, clutching you closer to his chest. So much spilled from him that it soaked through his pajama pants, and still he came. When you finally pulled away after pressing a kiss to the mark, he shuddered. Those beautiful sapphire-rose eyes of his opened, and he flipped you over, crashing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.
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#3) CALEB.
Caleb agreed to anything you wanted to do. Absolutely anything. Including this. That's how he ended up here, naked on your bed, cock throbbing and leaking precum as you covered him in bites. His neck. His chest. His shoulders. His stomach. Right now, your teeth dug into his thighs, biting down with enough force that his hips jerked, dripping more precum onto his stomach. You'd been at this for about thirty minutes or so, taking the time to mark every inch of his body with your teeth.
"Pips, please, I need you to touch me. Please."
"I am touching you," you said between bites.
He whined, the sound absolute music to your ears as you returned to gnawing on his thighs. Deep purple bruises marked either side, and you inched up further on his inner thigh. His balls brushed up against your cheek as you bit down on the sensitive skin of his innermost thigh. He moaned, louder this time, jerking against his restraints. Yet, he stayed put like the good boy he was for you.
You swapped to the other side, doing the same motions, but you added more pressure, breaking through the skin for the third time in this session. He moaned out your name, loud, desperate, but you ignored his pleas to touch his cock. You would make him come from your bites alone, no matter how long it took.
After marking up both thighs, you dragged your tongue over the marks in a single line, starting from his knee, moving up to his hip, then his stomach, and down the other side. You kept as much as your body as possible away from his cock, savoring in the way he whined like the little puppy he was.
Flushed, with his violet eyes consumed by the darkness of his pupils and his body covered in deep purple marks, he was beautiful. So beautiful, and all yours. Your name seemed to be the only word he remembered right now, all the blood in his body seemingly in his throbbing cock. You nibbled your way back between his thighs.
"Look at me, Caleb." you commanded.
He blinked, forcing himself to focus on your gaze.
With a smile, you opened your mouth wide around the base of his thick cock, and you bit down. He screamed your name as he came, thick spurts of creamy release coating his chest, stomach, and falling into your hair. Each throb pulsed against your teeth, and you didn't let go until the wave ebbed, and he slumped against your mattress to catch his breath.
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#4) XAVIER.
You and Xavier always had a thing for biting. Many marks covered both your bodies on a regular basis. Yet, you'd never tried making him cum from biting him. So, when the opportunity presented itself, you had to try. For science. A perfect storm of events unfurled that night. A mission where you had to flirt to get intel. Xavier barely held it together, and the moment you two were alone in the hotel elevator, he'd pinned you to the wall to claim you all over again. Need and emotion clouded everything else, and so you sprung your trap.
A game. If he could behave and let you experiment for the next thirty minutes, you'd be on your best behavior the rest of the night. Bend to his every whim, and wear a day collar with his initials for everyone to see.
You won. Now, you had Xavier tied up in a desk chair in your shared hotel room, those deep blue eyes burning as he looked at you dressed in nothing but your heels as you stalked around him in a circle. You tried everything you could think of. Biting his neck, the spot right behind his ear, the dip of his collar bone. His pretty cock throbbed and he moaned, but you didn't get what you wanted.
So, you sank to your knees. Marking up his thighs with your teeth. Biting him everywhere you could reach, even taking his cock into your mouth and nipping. Yet, his gaze never faltered, and he didn't break, not even once you'd covered him in pretty purple marks.
You straddled his lap, meeting his gaze in challenge as you ground your hips against his, letting the thickness of his cock drag against your soaked lower lips. His cock pulsed against your clit, and you bit down hard at the juncture of his neck, digging in with your teeth as you rocked against him. He moaned your name, breathless, and a little frustrated, as he came, the thick, creamy spurts making a mess of you. You giggled. You'd won! Not fully, but close enough.
Or so you thought.
In the time it took you to blink, Xavier flashed out of the bindings and your back hit the mattress, your legs high up in the air and spread wide. That intense stare of his locked on the mess between your thighs.
"You broke the rules of the game, bunny. Now, I have to punish you."
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#5) Zayne.
Zayne, you'd discovered, could withstand anything you threw at him. He'd agreed to your game. Let you use him as a chew toy for an hour. Yet, he still hadn't come, and didn't seem particularly close. He enjoyed himself, the moans and praise clear signs. He visibly preened with every new mark you bestowed upon him, yet it seemed like your beloved Doctor needed more to cum than just your love bites.
"Just like that, bite right there. Good girl," he praised, a low moan rumbling through him as you followed his instructions. He mentioned something about why erogenous zones felt good to bite -- arteries and bloodflow and a whole bunch of other stuff you couldn't pay attention to when you were trying to focus. Yet, he made that very, very difficult. The low tone of his voice, the endless praise, and the moaned urges to keep going, all of it lulled you into moving forward, trying to put all your effort into completing your task.
Finally, Zayne hummed, low and in your ear. "It isn't fair that I'm the only one marked up, is it?"
You grumbled against his skin, applying more pressure to his neck. He only moaned louder, and then his teeth found your neck. The perfect spot to send tingles of pure bliss all throughout your body. You jolted, your arms banding around him as you ground against his cock, his name falling from your lips in a sharp cry.
He did it again on the other side. Then again, with more pressure, Your fingers tangled in his hair, clutching him against your skin as you rode the cresting wave of pleasure until it burst, shattering all over his lap.
Zayne hummed, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest as he pressed feather-light kisses against your now-bruised skin.
"As wonderful as your bites feel, marking you up is even better."
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A/N: thank you for listening to my horny thoughts. I have an endless supply, I fear.
Six months of marriage and you still call him Sylus. Tonight he's buried inside you and refusing to move until you call him something else.
{ Sylus x fem!reader | orgasm denial, edging, evol sex | smut, nsfw, 18+ }
Note: English isn't my first language; I hope you enjoy it ♡
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Sylus fucks up into you so hard every thrust drives you back into his chest and fills you so deep it feels like your body was always supposed to be his.
You're on his lap, back pinned against his chest, legs spread wide over his thighs. His hands own your hips. Your hands grip his thighs behind you, nails breaking skin, needing something to hold onto while he takes you apart.
"Sylus, please, I'm gonna cum, keep going, I'm already so—" you gasp, hips chasing what he keeps controlling away from you. Your pussy is soaking him, squeezing him, begging him in the only way it knows how.
But he stops.
No warning. Just stops. Buried so deep you can feel him in your stomach and not moving even a fraction while your body falls apart trying to make him. Sylus feels every clench, every pulse, every desperate squeeze and still doesn't move.
"Wrong."
"What?" You can barely breathe the word out.
"Wrong name, kitten." His voice is soft and devastating against your ear. His lips brush just below it, gentle and almost sweet, and you feel him throb deep inside you, thick and unhurried and completely in control.
"Try again."
"Sylus, what are you—bastard!"
The black-red mist doesn't ask permission. Tendrils wrap around your wrists, pulling your arms back and crossing them behind you. More coils around your thighs, spreading your legs impossibly wide, locking them in place.
You pull against it. Nothing.
"Bastard, hah?" His voice is warm and terribly amused. "What a cute name you've given me."
His teeth graze your neck, then his lips press soft and sweet against the same spot like an apology that isn't one. "But still wrong, sweetie. Starts with my. I think you know exactly what comes next."
You watch his fingers slide between your thighs, gathering your wetness with quiet satisfaction, coating them slow and thorough.
He brings his hands up slowly, trailing them over your stomach, up between your breasts, leaving glistening paths that feel like claim marks.
"See how wet you are for me?" Sylus murmurs it against your ear like a fact, like he's just making sure you know it too. His slick fingers find your nipples and he circles them with your own wetness, unhurried, one slow revolution at a time.
"I can do this all night while you think of the right answer. Take all the time you need, sweetie."
He means it. That's the worst part.
The slow circles are unbearable. Each one pulls sensation straight down to where you're clenching around just his tip, desperate, getting nothing. You watch his fingers move and feel yourself getting wetter and think distantly that you should be embarrassed and aren't.
His fingers drift up. Stop just above your nipples. Hovering. You watch them. Hold your breath.
Both come down at once. Press onto the peaks. Still. Not moving. Just weight and warmth and the maddening absence of friction while your body screams underneath his hands.
The pressure without movement is its own kind of torture. You can see everything from here. His fingertips resting perfectly still on your peaked nipples. Your own trembling. His cock barely inside you, just the tip, just enough to feel empty. Yourself red and swollen and dripping and on display.
"Ah... ah... my god... ah!"
Sylus pinches. Both at once. Hard enough to make your vision white.
Your head slams back against his shoulder. You gush. Feel it drip. Feel the orgasm coil fast and vicious from just that, just one pinch, just his fingers and his cruelty and nothing else.
"Absolutely not." A kiss to your jaw. Soft. Almost sweet. His fingers twist at the same time, cruel and deliberate, and the contrast between his mouth and his hands makes you shake so hard you can barely breathe. "Think harder, sweetheart."
Panting. Trembling.
This is only the first warning.
There will be more and you both know it.
Both fingers pull back and then just. Flick. Barely there. Light as nothing. Making you lose your mind completely.
You watch your nipples quiver under his touch. Watch his cock twitch when your pussy clenches desperately around his tip. He settles into a rhythm neither of you asked for, slow and soft, each featherlight flick making your nipples tremble while your whole body winds tighter.
"So responsive." He sounds pleased. Deeply, terribly pleased. "Look how hard they are. Look how they ache for me."
You're already looking. Can't stop. Each flick sends sparks to your clit, faster and faster, building with nowhere to go. Each tiny tremor makes your pussy flutter. You can see yourself getting wetter, coating the little of him that's inside you, and you know he can feel it and you know he's not going to give you anything for it.
You try to think what he wants. The answer has to be simple. It has to be right there. But his fingers won't let you think and his cock won't let you breathe and you're so close you're shaking.
"My... ah... my love?" Barely a whisper. Eyes closed because you can't watch anymore.
Everything stops.
"Warmer." Soft. Almost gentle.
Hope rises so fast it makes you dizzy. Maybe. Maybe that's—
"But still wrong, sweetheart."
The hope crashes. Both fingers pinch. Harder than before. Twisting in opposite directions while you gasp and clench and drip.
Sylus starts moving you. Just barely. An inch down, an inch up, slow and deliberate, letting you watch every tiny push and pull. The mist holds you perfectly suspended so you can see everything happening to you and do nothing about any of it. His cock barely inside you. Your pussy desperate around it. Never enough.
Each small movement makes it worse. The orgasm is right there, building, coiling, but it needs depth to break and he's giving you nothing. Nothing but this careful shallow torture that keeps you right on the edge and going nowhere.
"I don't know what you want!" you sob. You still don't know what word he wants. Can't think. Can't breathe properly. Can only feel the desperate clench of your pussy around his tip and the need for him to fill you and let you cum and end this.
"Yes you do, kitten." His mouth finds your neck while you fall apart. Bites down, then his lips seal over it and suck deep like he wants to leave a mark. "You know exactly what I want to hear. You've always known."
Sylus moves you faster. Still shallow. Still withholding. The rapid tiny thrusts make your pussy clench desperately around him, orgasm building somewhere deep and unreachable.
So close. So fucking close. But you can't cum like this. You need him deep. Need all of him. Need it the way you need air.
"My husband." The words tear out of you desperate and broken. "My husband, my husband, please, I can't take this anymore, I need you deep, my husband, please—"
The mist releases all at once. Your arms fall, legs free, body suddenly yours again and trembling with it.
His patience breaks completely.
Sylus pulls you off his cock and shoves you forward, face into the mattress, hips yanked up. His palm flattens between your shoulder blades and pins you there, down and open and unable to move.
He doesn't wait. Starts fucking you immediately, hard and deep, the headboard slamming rhythm against the wall. The angle from behind reaches deeper than anything before it, hitting places that make you sob into the sheets.
His hands grip your hips like he'll never let go, burying himself completely inside you, finally, perfectly, exactly what you've been begging for this whole time.
You feel everything with excruciating clarity. The sweat from his chest dripping onto your back. Every muscle in him working to give you more, deeper, harder. The room full of skin and sound and the wet obscene evidence of how badly you needed this.
"Yes, I'm your husband." His fingers move faster. His thrusts drive deeper. "Cum for me, my wife. Cum for your husband."
The orgasm breaks like a wave that's been building for hours. Because it has. White hot pleasure tearing through every nerve ending, your whole body convulsing, your pussy clamping down and rippling in waves you can't control.
You scream into the sheets and gush and feel it drip down your thighs and feel it soak the sheets beneath you. Sylus follows seconds later, burying himself so deep you feel him against your cervix and staying there.
His cock swells and pulses and floods you with wave after wave of heat. Ropes of cum filling you completely, so much, more than you can hold. You feel every throb. Every pulse. Every wave.
A shudder rolls through his entire body. A groan tears from his throat like something he couldn't hold back.
"My wife. My dearest wife." Whispered against your neck like a prayer. His hips roll slow and deep, pressing it deeper. "Finally. Finally you called me your husband."
Aftershocks ripple through you endlessly, your pussy fluttering and milking every last drop. Sylus collapses onto you, all of him, pinning you completely, both of you gasping and slick and wrecked.
His heart hammers against your spine. His breath hot at your neck. His cock still buried inside you, twitching softly, keeping you warm and full. His cum leaking out slow and thick around where he's still deep inside you.
Silence stretches between you, long and heavy and warm.
You process what just happened. Then you shove him. No hesitation.
"Seriously?! You tortured me just to make me call you my husband?!"
"Oh, come on." His grin presses warm against your shoulder. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy every single second of that."
Sylus pulls out slowly, carefully, and you whimper anyway at the drag and the emptiness that follows. His cum trickles warm and thick down your thighs. He watches it happen with quiet satisfaction.
He rolls you toward him like you weigh nothing, pulling you against his chest, arm locking around your waist like you might try to escape. You won't. You're too wrecked to move.
Sylus takes your left hand without asking. Brings it between you. His lips find your wedding ring and press there, warm and reverent and still.
"This ring means you're my wife." He murmurs it against your finger like a vow he's repeating. "I've been saying that since the day I put it on you. Every single day without fail."
His lips move to the band again. Then Sylus parts them and takes your ring finger into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue tracing the edge. It's the most tender thing he's done all night. Quiet and deliberate and it makes your chest do something complicated.
He releases your finger with a soft wet pop.
"And now I've heard it back." His arm tightens slowly. "My wife called me her husband. Worth everything."
"...I fucking hate you," you mumble. Meaning none of it. "Don't you ever do something like that again, you ridiculous idiot husband."
You turn your face away before he can see whatever expression is on it right now.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Sylus watches the back of your head and chuckles softly to himself.
Because his wife just called him her idiot husband and he is absolutely already hard again. And he can't wait to see her expression when she finds out.
When Sylus asked to be free use, you were just a little nervous. The leader of Onychinus, the literal dragon wants you to just use him whenever you see fit!?
It starts off with you kneeling and sucking him as he's sitting at his desk, earning his desperate breathy moans that alone could make you cum. You figure you'll suck him whenever you want, and that's any time you have more than five minutes alone.
Yet Sylus wants more.
"Kitten," he practically purrs those damn words, brushing your hair back. "When I said free use I meant for you to use me."
You flushed, burying your face against his chest and earning his deep chuckle. "Like... fuck you when I want?"
"That," he tilts your chin up as you both lay in his bed, velvet red covers slipping across your skin. His ruby eyes light up just a bit, lips quirking at the corners. "But also I want you to use me, my face too. Even when I'm asleep I assure you I'll cater to anything you need."
"Just randomly ask for... Sylus that's so..." he quirks a brow and then chuckles again.
"You're cute," he taps your nose. "Just try it next time you're wet."
How do you just... sit on his face at random!? Sylus loves to please so its not like you're ever trying for it, but as if to taunt you into his plan he leaves for work for a week. Then comes back too tired, kissing and hugging you instead.
You can't do it can you? He's asked but...
You eye his handsome face in the darkness of the room, his texts even were begging you to use him. You tremble when you slide your panties down, baring you aside from one of Sylus' huge shirts, kneeling and brushing his lips.
You straddle his hips, pressing kisses across his jaw. He moans softly, gripping the sheets underneath him, lips parting as if he's ready to drink you then and there.
'Use me.'
You straddle his face, holding yourself up by that black leather headboard, his breath alone makes your sensitive clit jolt. He practically inhales you in his slumber, making you stop down just a bit. His nose bumps your clit and it twitches in response, his lips against your entrance.
Just drippin' down him, gliding your slick tentatively against his mouth, and that's when his tongue darts out. Languid with a little flick, yawning almost against your pretty pussy. He moans, his huge hands dimpling the flesh on your thighs and dragging you closer then.
"Mnh!" You see his sleepy red eyes open, pulling up and flushing furiously. "Sylus you said to - and I'm so wet but is this-"
"Sit on my face sweetie," his sleepy voice demands, tongue lapping out. "This is what I wanna wake up to."
You're lost, gliding your slick cunt up and down his face, letting him fucking devour you. Messy suction on your puffy lips, his tongue scooping out all the wetness your cunt is just gushing now. Sleepy sighs mix with filthy moans and your sloppy wetness.
"Sylus! Nghhh!" You're so close, core tightening as you chase your release. Sylus' cock is leaking pre, aching to be inside you, dying as you drown his face in all of your honeyed arousal.
He has been begging you to use him and finally you are, he can't help but relish in it. flicking his tongue right on your tiny clit, feeling you squirt lightly all over him. He tries to catch it all but it drips down his chin, his throat, even his chest. Your legs tremble when he yanks off his blanket and slips down his boxers.
"Use my cock now," he orders, swiping some of that slick and grinning as you're trembling. You let him position you, grabbing his thick veiny cock at the base and easing yourself down on him. "Fuck, that's it, slutty kitten couldn't help herself hmm? Had to squirt all over me?"
"Y-yes," Sylus drags you down his cock and stuffs you so full you're about to cum again from the pressure, aftershocks fluttering around his cock. He moans, lifting your shirt to watch how your tummy bulges with him.
"Ride me, use me dont be shy," his words are dominant and submissive, they way he orders you around but wants you to take over. You brace your hands on his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingers, chasing your release. "That's it. Good girl."
Fuck.
You're gliding up and down his cock, his hands slipping under that big shirt, gripping your tits and thumbing those nipples, pushing you over the edge. His husky moans and heavy breaths mingle with your whines and staccato ones, until you're rolling your hips and feeling him pulse.
"Go on," he draws out the words, long lashes lowering as he watches where your greedy cunt is swallowing him. "Milk me dry, you're so needy for all that cum hmm?"
"Take over please," you whisper, so sensitive when you're cummin' again that you're just a mess, slick drowning his cock, heavy balls, even his thighs with your frantic spurts. "Too m-much."
He tugs you against him. "Aw, tapping out already?"
You glare all cute.
Fuck he loves you.
"Hold on for the ride then," you cling to him and he flattens his feet on the mattress, pounding up into your messy hole over and over. You scream out, his lips swallow it, plush underneath yours, until he fills you all the way up, hot white ropes just flooding your walls.
"Oh my g-god..." You're trembling, perspiration making your brow damp as he plants soothing kisses. You're quivering as he moans hoarsely, pumping even more cum deep in you.
Sylus sighs in pleasure as your cunt milks him for all of it, gummy walls clenching like a vise. "You used me then made me do the work?"
"Mmph. I tried!" He laughs, the sound melting you. Brushing your messy hair back with long fingers he eases out of you with a messy wet squelch, eyeing your trembling thighs before flipping you on your back. "Ah, Sylus what are..."
He's shoving your thighs up high, tongue lapping the messy white that's pooling from your cunt, making you jerk. He grins up at you. Ruby eyes dilated until they're so bright they almost hurt to look into.
Kissing Sylus all over his face to leave lipstick marks of your kisses and then riding his face. Sitting back once you're satisfied to find his hair mussed, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown with bliss, mouth and chin coated with your arousal, and your kisses still planted firmly on his skin, some smeared or smudged, some shining with cum. Looking up at you, panting, licking his lips, as his hands grab your thighs
"Keep going, kitten. I'm not satisfied with just one taste."
✶ — first post erm kinda nervous…oomfs if u see this heyy 👅
smut; mdni. sorta dom!reader, handjob + oral, cum eating, use of restraints, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification (?), whiny rafayel heh… not proofread — short drabble (wc. 0.8k)
rafayel had been…persistent today, to say the least. dozens of phone calls and countless messages spammed throughout your day, those of which were sent and surpassed your dnd settings. not to mention the needy voicemails and drawn out voice memos he’s left, begging you to come home and take care of him. rafayel knew you’d be busy today, you always are, so it’s only fair you show him the consequences of his actions..
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“what number?” he doesn’t respond, mind far too clouded by the tightness of your hand. the only thing he can hear is the loud squelching of your hand pumping his slick cock.
“i said,” you sigh and take your hands off of him altogether, “what number, rafayel?” he groans in displeasure, whining at the loss of warmth around his dick. “i- i don’t..ffour…??” he’s out of breath and his voice is broken, not even making eye contact with you anymore through his tears. you click your tongue in disapproval and shake your head, “i thought you were keeping track..did fucking my hand make you too dumb to count, baby?” the feeling of your hand squeezing the base of his cock cuts off any response he could’ve had. he groans loudly as your pace quickens, feeling your gaze on his while his orgasm builds. “please— don’t stop…fuck, wanna cum- please!..” he babbles, chest heaving as his dick throbs in your grasp. he looks so pretty like this, you think, eyes wet and glassy as he cums for you with a string of curses under his breath.
“that was four.” spurts of his release run down your wrist, making such a mess all over your hands. however, you don’t stop there, smearing his tip with his own warm cum and watching the overstimulation contort his face into a beautifully blissed out expression. rafayel wants to say no, whine that it’s too much, but the delicious tingle it sends up his spine is all too addictive and has him sloppily humping into your fist once more with his back bowing off the bed. your other hand slides up his torso, nails grazing up his abs as you swallow his moans in a kiss. “gonna cum again already?” you can feel how he starts to twitch again in your palm, more of his sticky pre cum leaking out and dripping down his length. it’s almost embarrassing how ready his cock is to be milked by you. but he’s always been so obedient with an insatiable stamina.
as his orgasm draws closer, you begin to press kisses to his navel, dragging your tongue all the way from his base to the tip, eliciting the prettiest, shakiest moan from him. you pay extra attention to the head of his cock and swirl your wet muscle around it as you swallow the remnants of his previous release. the action of your throat tightening is what pushes him over the edge with a loud groan. his thighs flex and tremble as he cums deep inside your mouth and pulls the rope on his wrists tight enough to snap. watching you greedily lap up his mess flips a switch in his brain, something primal, raw, hungry. and now, almost all at once, the pleasure surges up his spine and makes him dizzy. you hum in amusement at the sight, pulling off of him as you watch a shudder wash through him. “wait!— need a minute..’s too much i-” his body betrays him as the waves of aftershock have his hips bucking closer to you again and he’s not exactly discreet when his gaze drags down your body.
“too much?” you mock, feigning pity. “and to think you were so eager for me earlier, honey what happened?” his confession almost makes you laugh; there was never ‘too much’ when it came to rafayel. he had hours worth of stamina left, the greedy fish just wanted it all spent inside your cunt. you can’t help but smile at how his wrists strain in their confinement, his biceps flexing in a pathetic attempt to break free. “need to touch you, cutie please,” beads of sweat slide down his forehead and down his sculpted chest. the needy hunger in his eyes is unavoidable, a dark lust swirling in his eyes that track your every move. “i’ll be good—so good for you, promise.” and who are you to deny him when his eyes well up with tears like that…truthfully, he could’ve burned through that flimsy rope ages ago, and now he regrets giving into your amusement. so when you give him a knowing look and a nod of approval, it’s only a matter of seconds before his hands are all over you. and once you finally sink down onto his cock, cunt warm and tight, (and so much better than your hand) he knows he’s in for a long night.
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